GITJ Post 409: Babysitting, p4

So, yeah. I could have bitten off his arm if I wanted. Holy shit I could have bitten off his arm. There was something about it that was crazy tempting, and the old me might have actually done it. I mean - fuck. The feeling of power, of having a grown man’s entire limb in your body and the ability to take it with just a <snap> if you chose? I can’t believe I had the strength to resist. But this was Dr. J, haha: Melissa would be pissed and he…well, he’d probably be dead.

Anyway, the look he’d had in his eyes when we stared at one another, in that moment where I had him sunk down my throat to the shoulder? That was fucking thrilling enough. It was like I was watching him, a man, realize just how helpless and weak he really was, how entirely fucked-up his world had become, and how powerful we were getting. I mean, Jesus (wait, sorry. I know Melissa didn’t like us using that word). I just took an entire arm down my throat. Our abilities - my mouth, Josie’s hair, Amelia’s nails, not to mention what some of the other girls can do or (good lord) Marisela - were getting to be much more than the little bar tricks they started out as. We were becoming something new, something else, and it was a fucking trip.

I mean, it was a man’s whole arm today. What would it be six months from now?

Back to him. I’d given him that handjob into Missy’s old bra with his hand in my stomach, and worked on his arm with the muscles of my throat and esophagus. His hand, though, was probably in danger from my stomach acids - which, I knew, had become like crazy strong. We’d gone out for steaks, some of the girls and I, earlier this week and I’d, as like an experiment, had eaten everyone’s bones. So I really I knew I had to get him out soon. So, with a long, luscious slurp I slid his arm all the way back out and saw how red the skin of his hand had become. Christ I couldn’t help it so - that’s so fucking hot -  without another thought I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard, passionately on the mouth.

Oh shit I wanted him, like, now.

But a few seconds later, I released him.

“F-feel a little burn on your hand there?” I asked, taking his hand by the wrist. I was struggling to control myself and knew I had to calm down. I usually didn’t get like this.

He nodded, too breathless to speak, looking at his red, burnt hand himself. He flexed his fingers, made a fist, released it. He probably didn’t feel it yet. He was in shock, and still coming down from his climax.

Down between his legs I was drawing Missy’s bra off him, away from the sticky mess of his crotch. I put it aside. That's gonna need the laundry haha.

“Hmmm, well, we don’t want a hydrochloric acid burn, now, do we?” I asked, and reached under his armpits to whisk him off the washer. A moment later, I had his hand in the laundry sink running cold water over it. I made him keep it there while I turned back to deal with some of this laundry. Hm, I kinda let things get a bit out of hand there, didn’t I? In the meantime, the dryer had beeped, the towels were done. I emptied it, moved wet laundry from the washer in, and started up the load of Melissa’s delicates.

“Does it still hurt now?” I asked him, after about a minute. What the fuck was up with me? I was acting all like his mom and shit. Did I feel that guilty?

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It was…it was just a little touch of it, I think.” Wow he looked really tired. And he was naked, and probably cold. Well, if I was gonna act like his mom I might as well lean into it.

“Here, buddy, let me put on her robe…” I said, as I took Melissa’s white terry cloth bathrobe from the pile that had just come out of the dryer and slid it on over my clothes. It was still warm. OOoo…he’ll like that. .“How about we go relax?”

At that, I picked him up under the arms again, this time letting him wrap his legs around my waist so I could carry him. He felt light. My arms encircled him and slowly I walked us back out to the great room, leaving the last load of laundry to finish up in the washer.

I pushed some papers aside and sat us down on the couch. Darkness was beginning to fall outside, and Melissa would be home soon. For now, though, I arranged him on my lap, just the two of us. “No more work,” I found myself saying. I supported his back with my right hand and started to open my robe with the other. I knew this was a little off-brand for me - who knew ‘The Mouth’ could be so nice, huh? - but I figured I could show this little shit that I could do what she does, that I deserve that big raise haha.

I deserve…

Nothing, never mind.

Though he was basically falling asleep in my arms, within a minute I had the warm white fluffy robe around him, the belt tied loosely and him cocooned to my chest. I had him dry nursing from my right double-G-cup and, omg, I was jerking him off again. Despite him basically being in little-man heaven I could tell he was anxious and feeling a little tense.

“Shhhh, you can just imagine it’s her,” I cooed to him, clicking off the table lamp next to us. That thought I guess finally made him come, and after a gentle orgasm he finally drifted off to sleep. “Good boy Dr J, you just relax,” I whispered, amazed myself at what a good Mommy Girlfriend I could be if I tried, “I’ll keep you on the nipple ‘til she gets here…”

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thanks to RiF for his help and edits